“You know,” he went on, “this doesn’t seem to me to end anything. Groans and hoots were now raised by the crowd, and there was an evident disposition to rescue. Emile Gosse must know his only chance was to be rid of Melusine. Abruptly would come the end. I am bound to admit that I greatly enjoy my altered life. He was a bad dog; he knew it perfectly; but where there was laughter, there was hope. Gerald crossed back to the window. Either you have had to love people or hate them—which is a sort of love, too, in its way—to get anything out of them. He was halfway across the ballroom, where the dancing had ceased for the musicians to take a well-earned rest, when Roding pounced on him.
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